This is probably mostly going to be a record of my dreams... Some are good to remember, others bad. And complaints. Can't forget about complaints. And pretty much anything else I want.
For today:
My knee is killing me. I have no clue why! I wake up and it is fine and threw out the day it gets worse. I cracked it several times and that doesn't help. It just hurts and is annoying.
Otherwise I'm fine. A little tired and Christmas Eve is tomorrow. *Shudders.* Christmas Eve with Mom's family and Christmas day at home, Grandma's and Dad's family. *SHudders again.* So annoying.....
Something I find really cool:
I think Homophobia is wrong.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my Mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prositute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight throught the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried out daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of 27 years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares or being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they would adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year, I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones, I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply to much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abuseive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to becaue I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsuxual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.
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